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April 1986 |
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| Ryan: You can tell I'm not used to
high heels, can't you?
Moira: Absolutely not. They're perfect. Ryan: Oh...just when I'm nervous I kind of wobble in them. I have weak ankles. |
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| Moira: Do you? So do I. Both of my brothers could skate like bandits and I just sort of struggled behind them with my feet at right angles to my legs and my ankle bones scraping on the ice. Oh I hated it. May I...may I brush your hair? |
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| Ryan: I'd love it. Grams used
to brush my hair whenever we'd have our talks. It's one of my favorite,
most comforting things. Are you married?
Moira: Yes. Ryan: And you're happy? Moira: Profoundly. I've also been sad in my marriage, angry and frightened, and I guess all the other feelings that let you know you're human and alive. But I'd do it all over again if I had the chance, every single moment of it. |
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| Ryan: I guess
that's what I feel right now, frightened.
Moira: A sensible reaction when you're about to undertake an insane contract. Ryan: You don't mean that, do you? |
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| Moira: Oh, it's an irrational thing to do, Ryan. It's lunatic. Makes absolutely no sense at all. Two people promise to love and support one another for the rest of their lives with no regard to growth or change of any kind. In spite of reversal of fortunes, awful illness, betrayal, rage, sheer stupidity. It is the most foolish thing a person can do, and one of the most brave and the simplest and safest because it really can last forever. |
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